Final punch!
Shui Wenxin's pupils showed two faint golden glows, and the black hair on his head was automatic without wind, wisps of true energy shuttled between the hair strands.
Even his thin body seemed to have become a bit taller.
If you look carefully, you will find that the skin of Shui Wenxin's arms is covered with a layer of metallic luster, almost like two metal iron walls.
"Spirit-level low-grade martial art, Vajra God Fist!"
Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised, and recognized the martial arts performed by Shui Wenxin.
"Haha! That's right, it's the Vajra Fist!" Shui Wenxin said with a smile.
Among the spirit-level martial arts, Vajra Fist is a relatively common martial art, and it has been widely spread. In many counties and countries, you can find the manual of Vajra Fist.
Of course, no matter how widely spread the Vajra God Fist is, no matter how common it is, it is still a martial skill of the spiritual level, and only in the palaces, sects, and families of the major counties, it is possible to include this kind of boxing technique.
For ordinary warriors, the thought of practicing Vajra God Fist is as difficult as reaching the sky.
Shui Wenxin only learned one of the eighteen moves of Vajra God Fist by chance, Raging Fire King Kong.
Exercising this fist technique, Shui Wenxin is enough to explode with the strength of seventy-eight bulls, even the person who is now number one in the yellow list does not have such a strong explosive power.
That is to say, with the Vajra God Fist, Shui Wenxin has the number one strength in the Yellow List.
A female Huangbang warrior in her thirties said: "Shui Wenxin has actually cultivated a move of Vajra God Fist. With this move, I am afraid that even the number one Hei Changji in Huangbang is not his opponent."
Earlier, a Huangbang warrior who was defeated by Zhang Ruochen said: "Before Shui Wenxin practiced martial arts at the spiritual level, she was not much weaker than Hei Changji. Hei Changji could only slightly win if she used the impermanent swordsmanship at the lower level of the spirit level." He made one move. Now, Shui Wenxin has practiced Vajra God Fist, and her explosive power is even stronger, so it is not difficult to defeat Hei Changji."
"If Shui Wenxin can defeat the Ninth Prince, after this battle, his ranking on the yellow list will definitely be changed to the number one position."
A slightly younger girl said: "If the Ninth Prince defeats Shui Wenxin, doesn't it mean that the Ninth Prince is number one on the Yellow List?"
An elder standing next to her said with a smile: "Shui Wenxin has displayed even a spirit-level martial skill, so he must have the confidence to win. The Ninth Prince has no chance of winning."
"The Ninth Prince is indeed far behind Shui Wenxin. It seems that Ale doesn't need to make a move!" Lin Ningshan's face showed a bit of disappointment.
If A Le made a move, Zhang Ruochen would not be as simple as losing.
Instead, die.
For Zhang Ruochen, Lin Ningshan felt an inexplicable hatred in her heart, especially when she saw Zhang Ruochen's beauty, she hated him even more, wishing that Zhang Ruochen would die in front of her immediately.
Even she didn't understand why she hated Zhang Ruochen so much?
"Fire King Kong!"
Shui Wenxin regained his momentum and threw out both fists.
The zhenqi burned and turned into two flaming iron fists, which simultaneously struck out with a force of seventy-eight bulls.
If it was on the battlefield, Shui Wenxin's punch could scare away hundreds of soldiers just by virtue of his momentum.
Zhang Ruochen not only did not retreat, but rushed forward, with the aura on his body like a wild elephant. The strength of the muscles and bones of the whole body is mobilized and transmitted to the arms.
"Pretty like galloping!"
With one palm strike, the strength of eighty-eight cattle burst out.
The results are obvious.
As soon as Shui Wenxin's fist touched Zhang Ruochen's palm, he flew upside down and fell more than ten meters away in a panic, almost falling off the battle platform.
On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen was still standing calmly in the center of the battle arena, and slowly withdrew his palm.
It is completely crushing in strength.
Shui Wenxin looked at his fists, then looked at Zhang Ruochen, sighed, and said, "Young people are awesome! Young people are awesome! From now on, His Highness the Ninth Prince will be number one on the Yellow List. With His Highness the Ninth Prince's talent, he will soon To be able to break through to the Black Realm, it shouldn't be uncommon for someone to be number one on the Yellow List! Hey!"
Sighing, Shui Wenxin looked quite lonely, and stepped off the battle stage, which was considered to be an active surrender.
Only he himself knows how big the gap with Zhang Ruochen is. If Zhang Ruochen hadn't taken the initiative to withdraw some of his strength at the last moment, he would have been seriously injured by the palm just now.
Zhang Ruochen's strength is stronger than everyone imagined.
Just as Shui Wenxin said, Zhang Ruochen was not very interested in being number one on the yellow list, he came mainly for the reward of one million silver coins.
After all, the ranking on the yellow list only records the warriors of Yunwu Commandery, the structure is too small, and the gold content is too low. If it is changed to the first place in the Xuanbang, the gold content of the list will be raised to a very high level, and almost all warriors will desperately compete for the ranking of the Xuanbang.
Of course, it can only be said that Zhang Ruochen's vision is too high. If other young warriors can win the first place in the yellow list, they will immediately become the influential figures of the entire county and become the object of worship of countless young girls.
Amidst the heated discussion among the crowd, the fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman, A Le, finally stepped onto the stage and became Zhang Ruochen's ninth opponent.
Those warriors who watched the battle looked forward to it even more.
You know, in the first ten battles of Ale, all of them were instant kills with one sword. No one knows how strong he is?
Zhang Ruochen has never been defeated, even Shui Wenxin was defeated by him.
They are all young warriors who show their sharpness, who will be stronger?
"This is interesting! Both of them are sword masters of the younger generation, and they are also unfathomable. I don't know which of them will win?"
"It's really hard to say. After all, that deadly swordsman only used one move from the beginning to the end. Maybe he is stronger than Shui Wenxin?"
At this moment, around the gambling platform, there are many people betting again.
Zhang Ruochen, win. Bet one pays three.
Zhang Ruochen, dead. Bet 1 pays 2.
Al, win. Bet 1 pays 2.
Al, die. Bet ten to one.
tie. Four for one bet.
Some people bet that Zhang Ruochen will win, some people bet that Ale will win, and of course, some people bet on them to draw.
The Nine Princesses had full confidence in Zhang Ruochen, so he directly bet 10,000 silver coins, betting that Zhang Ruochen would win. Almost all her savings were bet on.
on the battlefield.
Two young swordsmen, ten steps apart, stared at each other.
Ale held the iron sword, his eyes didn't blink, like a sculpture: "You are really strong!"
Zhang Ruochen said: "At your age, it's amazing to be able to cultivate to the current height. However, your swordsmanship has fatal flaws. If you fight me, you have no chance of winning. On the contrary, you may die in front of me." under the sword. I advise you, take the initiative to admit defeat!"
Ale's swordsmanship is indeed terrifying, even Zhang Ruochen has to go all out.
Once you go all out, you will definitely not be able to show mercy.
Either Ah Le died, or he died.
Ale glanced slightly in Lin Ningshan's direction, and a strange light appeared in his eyes. He looked at Zhang Ruochen again, his eyes became firmer, and said: "Who will die and who will live, you will only know after the battle."
Zhang Ruochen shook his head lightly, and said: "You practice the forbidden martial art 'killing swordsmanship', not only killing others, but also killing yourself. Although you can kill Huangbang warriors with one sword, but every time you swing One sword will cause huge damage to your martial body."
Forbidden martial arts refer to martial arts that can only be displayed after paying a certain price.
For example, killing life swordsmanship. Every time you swing a sword, you are consuming your own vitality.
If Ah Le used the killing sword technique ten times in a row, he would have already exhausted himself to death without the need for others to take action.
Of course, Ah Le's attainments in kendo are indeed very high, far surpassing those of his peers. As long as he was not facing Huangbang warriors, he didn't need to use the killing sword technique at all to kill his opponent with a single blow.
It can be called a taboo martial skill, and its power is naturally quite terrifying. Not ordinary people can practice it successfully.
Ale said calmly: "Since you know that I practice killing life swordsmanship, you should understand the power of killing life swordsmanship. In the same realm, no one can block my sword. Not long ago, a middle-level Xuanji Realm The martial artist who was born was also killed by my sword."
Zhang Ruochen smiled lightly, and said: "I said before, you have no chance of winning when you fight against me. Because the killing swordsmanship you cultivated is incomplete and has fatal flaws. What you got back then was only the killing swordsmanship the remnants of it?"
Ale looked very calm and calm, and said: "You want to break my will in this way?"
Zhang Ruochen shook his head lightly, and said no more, "Since you still refuse to admit defeat, let me see how strong your killing swordsmanship is?"
In fact, Zhang Ruochen didn't dislike A Le, but rather admired his attainments in swordsmanship, as if he could see the rise of a super swordsman.
Zhang Ruochen had never killed anyone, no matter in his previous life or in this life, and he really didn't want such a young man to be the first to die at his hands. Therefore, he persuaded a few more words.
Facing Ah Le, Zhang Ruochen also pulled out the Flashing Soul Sword.
Two strands of sword energy emanated from Zhang Ruochen and A Le at the same time, colliding in the air.
Lin Ningshan felt very excited seeing Zhang Ruochen and A Le facing each other on the battlefield.
It would be best if Ah Le could kill Zhang Ruochen. If Zhang Ruochen killed A Le, she would also feel an indescribable pleasure in her heart.
A genius swordsman died for her at the hands of another genius swordsman. Shouldn't she be excited?
This feeling is amazing!
"Kill!"
Ah Le said a word softly in his lips, and it turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Zhang Ruochen relentlessly. At the same time, he raised his arm, and the iron sword in his hand stabbed out at lightning speed.
Zhang Ruochen followed suit and turned into an afterimage to meet him.